#owd!

Okay so, that walk in the woods in the middle of the night was a bad idea

“Jesus Christ it’s cold” you rub your arms almost violently through you jacket, faint puffs of smoke coming out of your nose every time you breathe.

“I told you to grab a sweater, you didn’t listen.” Dean rolls his eyes. “C'mon, don’t freeze to death on me, we’re almost to the car.” He pushes you through the trees, and catches you when you trip over a stray root peaking from the ground.

“Sorry.” 

Eventually the both of you squeeze into the impala, Dean shoving the keys in the ignition and cranking up the heat.

“Shit, can you turn this thing up? I can’t feel my fingers.” Dean shakes his head and opens his arms, You shuffle close and pull your legs to your chest, Dean wrapping his arms around your shoulders and back and you around his waist.

Your head falls on his shoulder, forehead resting on his bare neck. He sighs and rubs your back and arms through your shirt.

“Thank you for t-taking a walk with me.” You stutter through your chattering teeth. You don’t wanna talk about the nightmare, but you greatly appreciate him offering to lose sleep for a drive.

“As long as you don’t die of hypothermia.” He rumbles and you swat his chest.

“Asshole.” you mutter. You nose his neck and drop a kiss there because you can;t be arsed to leave this spot and kiss his cheek, squirming impossibly closer. “Thank you.”

A/N: I saw this on Pinterest and laughed so hard I think I busted a nut. Hope you like it, I’m sorry it took so long.

Exhausted, cold and ready to fall asleep, sat Y/n under Dean’s arm, absent-mindedly gazing at the fifth Star Wars episode that was on TV. Snuggling closer and pulling her knees tighter to her chest, she sighed.

“Hey, wasn’t this referenced in Civil War?”

“How do you even–”

“By Peter Parker?” Dean sighs in defeat. 

“I dunno.” He shrugs. He feels her shiver, so he pulls her closer, rubbing her arm a little. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, why?” 

“You sure?” 

“Po- acHOO.” She sneezes, sniffling. “Positive.” He eyes her suspiciously, waiting a minute or two before throwing his head back dramatically with a yawn.

“I’m beat.” he groans. “I think it’s time we hit the hay.” He just feels her nod. 

Twenty minutes later they find themselves forehead to forehead, eyes locked, whispering to one another. They’re tightly snuggled together, hands between them. He’s about to say something cheesy to make her laugh and roll her eyes when-

“ACHOO”

“SON OF A BITCH” *thump* Dean groans

“Did you actually just fall off the bed?” Y/n peaks over the edge, seeing a sprawled out Dean on the floor in his tee and boxers, rubbing his head and back. 

“In the five years I’ve dated you I’ve never heard you sneeze this loud, ever.” She bites her lip, stiffling her laughter.

“Awwh, big bad monster hunter startled by a… a… acHOO” She groans and sniffles.

“Baby, I think you’re sick.”

“Tell me about it.”

tiny a/n: so, I know I kind of steered away but honestly? I don’t think you’ll mind. Thank you, by the way, hope you’re feeling better (because I took my sweet ass time with this *eyeroll*) and love you too!

Warnings: it’s a bit angsty and also blood and a smidge of self-loathing. End’s fluffy tho

Droplets of water travelled down your body, hot and heavy, darkening your hair and washing away the day. The shower drain was coated red and brown from the grime and blood and the smell made you gag. You closed your eyes. Though you were a hunter, still blood got to you. You hadn’t been in the life long enough to get fully used to it.

Your back was all kinds of sore so much that you were afraid to move. You only threw your head back and let the poor water pressure fall on the front of your body.

You didn’t hear the door open, too deep in thought, until the shower curtain opened slightly. You jumped.

“‘S just me.” Dean’s voice was gruff, as if he’d just woken up. He stood behind you and put his hands on your sides, lightly rubbing up and down. He let you fall against him.

“There’s…” you took a shaky breath in through your mouth. “There’s too much blood.” He turned you around and held your face in his hands.

“Don’t look at it. Look at me.” He said simply. You nodded numbly, biting your lip, eyes meeting his. You wouldn’t cry, you didn’t want to cry. He pulled you close, holding you against the crook of his neck. He held you there for a while under the hot shower spray, a hand behind your head, the other on your back.

“C’mon, kid. Let’s clean you up, yeah?” You nodded at his neck and pulled back, pressing the heels of your palms at your eyes to stop the oncoming tears. Your mind was in shreds

What kind of hunter couldn’t handle blood? It sounded absolutely ridiculous, absurd. How would you ever be taken seriously? How would you save people, how would you fight monsters?

“Hey, hey,” He pried your hands from your eyes gently. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” His fingers slid from your wrists to your arms rubbing them comfortingly. “C’mon,” He took the shampoo in his hand. You stepped a little closer to him, enough that if you looked down your head would bump his shoulder.

He poured shampoo in his palm and started massaging your scalp with his fingers. You let out a shy and focused on the smell of it, forehead falling to rest over his peck gently. His fingers made circles with careful pressure, relaxing you slightly, before he moved to your back.

“Turn around.” You did as he said and let him lather the bubbles on your shoulders. His thumbs started making calculated circles between your shoulder blades, working out the knots and making your head fall to the front. You didn’t dare open your eyes still. Fingers travelling along the length of your back, he massaged you under the hot shower spray.

Eventually he let you step under the water, hands never leaving your body and following close behind you.

The steam fogged the mirror. It was a good thing, you didn’t really want to look at yourself at that moment. You stepped out after Dean had cleaned himself up too and let the slightly colder air chill the drops on your body, noticing that the bloody clothes you had shedded were gone. With him wrapping a fluffy towel around you, you looked at him with a grateful expression.

He sported a slight smile you knew he only stored for you to see. He rubbed your arms and gently placed his hand on your cheek, leaning down to kiss the side of your head. You weren’t at your best state and it would take you a while to get there but with him by your side you knew you would make it.

tiny a/n: the song. thanks for the ask!  Tagging @theboykingsam cause i’ve promised ash some sam feels

Flyme away to town mePopulation lacking, as you can seeJust a girl with a bow in her hairMaking her mistakes where no one can care

Cities arepretty but I’m pretty doneWith this outside world when I’m not even in oneSo watch me go, with empty hands, a refreshed mind and nothing planned

Sam never thought he could have this.

The sun is caressing his caramelskin, eyes closed, the air is sweet and if he opens his mouth he can almosttaste the scent of grass and pine. A loose smile is splaying on his lips, handsbehind his head, one knee bent, the other stretched as long as it can go.

He cracks one eye open.

She’s there. Hair in the messiest bunit’s ever been, loose strands that have escaped waving in the wind like wildleaves on a tree. She’s wearing his hoodie, fingers barely peeking through the sleevesof it, jeans muddy from the hike. Her eyes are closed and her fingers are grazingand pinching the strings of her small ukulele.

Everything is peaceful.

I’m far away andworry freeFriends with the sun and the fish in the seaHappy in my palm tree pad, it’s the easiest day I’ve ever hadYou can’t tell me what to doMaybe I’m just better off without any of you

The lyrics of her song sound likemagic when being sung with her voice and it seems like nature is swaying alongwith the rhythm. He could stay here forever, watching her eyelids clench everytime her voice rises a little higher, watching her fingers dance a well-practicedballet on the instrument, listening to her melodic, shy voice with a blush onher sunkissed cheeks.

Sure it’s lonelyon your own -But I’m so free now that I’m aloneNo deadlines no worries no datesNo “hello, I’m sorry but I’m running late”Tell me are you tempted by the thought of a placeWhere you stay for a day without a traceSo watch me go with empty hands, a refreshed mind and nothingplannedI’m far away and worry freeFriends with the sun and the fish in the seaHappy in my palm tree pad, it’s the easiest day I’ve ever hadYou can’t tell me what to doMaybe I’m just better off without any of you

Gosh, he’s so in love with her it’snot even funny anymore. So in love with her smile and her cheekiness, so inlove with the way she curls up into his warmth, with the way sunlight falls on hereyes and illuminates the mountains and plains of her soul, so in love with theway she thinks, her passion and determination.  

Don’t talk to me todayI’ll be with the waves

Her eyes open, trance sharply broken.She takes a deep breath and lets a sheepish smile grace her features, rednessdusting her cheeks as she turns to look at him. She huffs out a small laugh andtucks strands of messy hair behind her ear.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”She says shyly with a small whine on her voice, fingers nervously toying withthe extra string flying from the tightened bridge.

“I love you.” He says simply, eyessquinted due to the invasive sunlight. With an eye-roll she backhands his chestlightly making him chuckle.

“Sap.” She mutters and, placing theukulele next to her, leans over him. Elbow by his head, hand on his cheek, shekisses him.

“I love you too, idiot.”

Yep. He can definitely get used tothis.

“Dean?!” Your feed pad rapidly against the tiled flooring of the empty museum as silently as possible. “Dean!” you hiss, a small sliver of panic rising up your chest.

Where the hell could he be?

Thinking you heard something your steps halt immediately. From the room three doors down, there’s shuffling. Fingers drawing your gun, you tiptoe to the door, close your eyes and breathe once, twice, preparing yourself before you crack open the door and point at the general direction of the shuffling.

“Wo-hoa,” Dean laughs, one hand raised at you, standing behind a wood, stand. “Easy, there, tiger.” He laughs and you huff, hands dropping to your sides.

“I found the relic. Let’s go, what are you even doing in this section of the museum?”

“Check this out.” He says with a glint in his eye before raising his other hand, the one you couldn’t see before, and holding up a katana.

“Dude, what…” You sigh in exasperation.

“Look at this! It’s so friggin’ cool, it’s a samurai sword!” He’s looking at it like a kid in a candy store.

“It’s called a katana, dumbass.” He holds it and makes a smolder, lips pursing together and eyes narrowing before he makes a fast move and swings it in the air. “Dean, stop, you might break-“

Before you can get the words out, Dean swings and shatters the vase next to him. The alarm starts echoing throughout the entire building and probably around the block.

“Shit.” you glare at him.

“Run, Winchester. Cause if they don’t catch you, I will”

tiny a/n: Thank you for the ask! I hope you liked it. I was actually clueless as to how to handle it until today. Feel free to ask for another one :)

Dean + Kittens

Jensen + surprise

Sam + Bones (his dog!)

Jenneel + late

Dean + sword

Sam + glasses

Dean + massage

Dean + Star Wars

Sam + music

You’d seen him since you were a kid, every damn year, on December 12th, sitting on the porch with the fairy lights your mother had made him put up, listening to the same song. There, out in the cold of the night, with snow layered on the wooden steps, his breath coming out in clouds of smoke as silent tears froze on his cheeks and chin, sans jacket or any sort of heat.

When you were eight, you’d woken up from a nightmare and gotten out of bed to find him, seeking the comfort of your dad’s arms. You looked all over the house, your heart beating a rapid staccato beat. You would’ve started crying if you hadn’t seen the soft glow of the lights peeking through the window of the door. You grabbed a blanket and jumped into your boots walking out to the porch.

“Daddy?”

His eyes immediately jumped to you and he smiled a small so broken smile. “Hey, baby girl.” He beckoned you over. You complied. “Whacha doin’ up, hm?” He tried keeping the corners of his lips high, but, even though you were a child, you couldn’t be fooled.

“Why’re you crying?” You asked, fingers reaching up to touch his cold cheeks. He grabbed your hand gently, wrapping the blanket around you tightly and holding you close, on his lap.

“Daddy’s sad, honey.” He said softly.

“Why?” You noticed the song playing in the background, almost inaudibly. He pressed his lips to the top of your head for a second longer than usual, hesitating, containing himself.

“You hear that song?” You nodded under his chin that was now rested on top of your head. “That’s the song your momma and I danced to at our wedding.”

“And why are you sad?” You felt him smile a little, palm starting to rub your back to keep you warm.

“Because,” he paused. “We won’t dance to it again.”

Fast forward exactly five years later. Wide awake in your room you heard it like every 12th of December. You stared at your ceiling for a little while before getting up, grabbing a blanket and climbing down the steps. You opened the door to your backyard. Jensen glanced at you.

Without saying a word, you sat beside him on the cold wooden bench and threw the blanket around both of you, curling up at his side. He looked down at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead, letting you rest your head on him.

“Tell me about her?”

It was your wedding day.

Twenty-seven, having found the love of your life, you ate and drank, danced and laughed infinitely with a grin that hurt your cheeks.

Eventually, you got up and stood in front of your dad, offering your hand and wiggling your fingers. He narrowed his eyes at you.

“C’mon, old man,” you winked and motioned towards the dance floor. “It’s time.”

“Hey, ‘m not old.” He said sternly but let you pull him to the center. You nodded at the DJ in the corner of the room who gave you a thumbs-up.

“Sure, whatever you say.” He grumbled under his breath. The familiar first notes echoed through the speakers, which he realized a second later when you loosely put your hands around his neck.

“What…?” His eyes widened down at you. “Kid-“

“I can’t stand the thought of you spending the rest of your life dreading that damn date.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, his arms curling around you. “I want this song to be a happy memory for you.” You whispered. His chin rested lightly on your head. “Remember today. I know I can’t erase the reminder that you won’t dance with mom again, but remember that I’m just a call away.”

You pulled your head away slightly. Jensen’s eyes were brimming with tears, hands tightening around your waist.

“I hope those are happy tears and that I don’t suck at surprises.” You chuckle nervously. He shakes his head and pulls you into the tightest hug he’s ever held you in.

It’s a hoarse whisper that you barely hear.

“Thank you.”

 tiny a/n: Thank you so much for the ask! Feel free to ask for another one or tell me how you liked it, my inbox has a lot of room ;)

“C’mon, stop trying to peak!”

“This better be you in lingerie, sweetheart.” He growls under his breath. “Otherwise you’re going to pay for this.” She swats the back of his head and pushes him to sit on a chair abruptly. He falls with an ‘umph’.

Dean strains his hearing, tries to stretch every sense he can muster up apart from his eyesight. The blindfold isn’t tight around his head, he can easily take it off without even using his hands but he doesn’t wanna spoil this for her, he saw how excited she was.

He hears her footsteps come and go.

“It’s just me, don’t jump.” She says and he feels something placed on his lap. The blindfold falls away from his eyes.

“What th-“ he sneezes before he can get a single sentence out. He looks at his lap and there’s a box with two kittens staring up at him confused. “Kittens?”

“Look at them! Aren’t they adorable, I mean come on!” Y/n picks up one of them and pulls it to her chest, starting to lightly pet its tiny head with her finger. “This is Luna and that lil’ guy on your lap is Whiskers!” She looks so excited, eyes full of affection for the little ball of fur and, though Dean despises cats his expression softens for a few short moments, because yeah, he loves her. “You said you hated cats so I decided to prove you wr-“ he sneezes. “…wrong.”

“Y/n.” His tone is not just annoyed, no. It’s almost murderous. “There’s a good reason why I hate cats.” He sneezes again. Her eyes widen.

“You’re allergic?” Immediately she places Luna in the box, picking it up and placing it on the floor away from him. “Oh shit, Dean I had no idea, why did you not tell me!”

“It was never an issue.”Another sneeze.

“I’m so, so sorry.” She rushes to him as he gets up.

“Y/n-”

“Shit you’re right I need to have a good, long shower before I come close to you.”

“Sweethea-”

“I didn’t mean to, Dean, I’m so-”

“Y/n!” She shuts up, eyes wide. “Where are the fucking cats?” Her eyes narrow in confusion before they widen. She spins around, finding the box empty.

“Shit.”

tiny a/n: @deanssweetheart23   I have a feeling you’ll like this one.